Mrs. Jeon and Mrs. Kim had been best friends ever since they moved into the same neighborhood. When Mrs. Jeon had her son, Jungkook, Mrs. Kim would often bring her 5 year old son, Seokjin, to play with the infant. The two boys grew up together, and with 5 others, they made a friend group they called ‘BTS’.

     Jungkook had been in love with Seokjin for who knows how long, and he finally confessed when he was 15. Seokjin, who could only see him as a little brother, rejected him. Only to find out, a week later, that the Jeons were moving to America.

     5 years later, the BTS members were in the airport waiting to welcome Jungkook back.

     “He’s here! He’s- Oh my god.”

     Jungkook had been ferociously hit with the puberty truck. He was tall, he was handsome in a devilish way, and god damn, he had muscles for days. And it didn't help that he had piercings and blue contacts, at least in Seokjin’s opinion.

     Whatever. So what if Jungkook looked like a god? Seokjin was determined to see Jungkook exactly the same as before, even if it meant ignoring the little flutterings in his stomach when the younger looks at him.

     It couldn’t be hard. Right?